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fernpost · 3 years ago

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Cycle 0 - Interviews

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Taako Taaco. 114. Elf. Wizard; Specialization in transmutation and inventive magical applications.

Previous experience: Top of class at Tredore, Academy of Magics and Technology; recently graduated.

Criminal Record: Multiple counts of petty theft.

Davenport likes to think of himself as calm and composed. It’s hard to throw him off. He has to be in order to have gotten this far in his mission as fast as he has.

But when he turns around from shutting the door to see his interviewee with his feet kicked up on the table, twirling a wand through his fingers, he’s a little shocked. He’s been doing these interviews for two days now, and even the more relaxed and confident people have held a bit more sense for decorum.

It’s a bit rude.

It’s also a little interesting.

He sits at his desk, pulling the elf’s papers away from his boots (shiny, and though they look expensive he can see they’re worn down and well taken care of) and glances down. “Tell me, Taako Taaco, what makes you want to explore the planerverse?”

“Bored.”

If the feet on the desk threw him off for a second, that floors him entirely. “Bored?”

“I’ve got nothing else to do on this plane, why not, you know?”

“No burning desire to go further than any being has gone before?” That’s one of the normal responses, the well-planned out speeches he keeps getting in response to his opening question.

The elf crosses his feet, leaning back somehow further into the provided chair. Davenport worries for a second that he may fall as he continues on, “that’s cool too, I guess. But I figure, why wouldn’t you want the great Taaco name aboard your ship.”

Davenport picks up a pen from his table and makes a small note on the paperwork, “no offense, Mr. Taaco, but you’re rather cavalier about this interview that determines whether or not you’re accepted into a program that may redefine our understanding of the world.”

The elf shrugs and takes his feet off of Davenport’s desk, flashing him a smirk, “you’ve seen my sister��s paperwork, yeah? No way you’re not going to accept her, and we’re a package deal. Says it right there in bold at the top of my application, my man.” It does, in fact, say that at the top. Cursive words noting how he refuses to accept any position on the ship if his sister isn't there too. When reviewing who he was interviewing today, he saw similar words on Lup Taaco’s paperwork.

“You’re very confident in your sister’s abilities.” Davenport begins, pausing for a second as he notes the way the elf begins to tense up before continuing, “however, I wouldn’t sell yourself so short. You also graduated top of your class, and excelled in the art of transmutation multiple times. One of your letters of recommendation even noted how you made many spells easier to cast, somatically speaking.”

“What can I say, I’ll find any short cut I can.”

Davenport makes another note on his paper. “Now, I do need to ask about your record of petty theft.”

“Oh, natch.”

Lup Taaco. 114. Elf. Wizard; Specialization in evocation and applied magic regarding planar research.

Previous experience: Top of class at Tredore, Academy of Magics and Technology; recently graduated.

Criminal Record: Multiple counts of petty theft.

“Lup Taaco, it is nice to meet you.”

“The pleasure is all mine, Captain.” The woman in front of him smiles. The resemblance to her brother couldn’t be more clear, and though her demeanor is quite similar, she at least doesn’t have her feet on his desk.

Not that his desk is anything fancy, but the point stands. “I’m not technically the captain yet, you know.”

“Potato, potato.”

Davenport is fairly certain that’s not how that phrase is used. “You did research into the planes at Tredore, correct?”

“Quite a bit, yeah. I’m sure my brother told you?”

The slight tilt of her head and lit of her voice tells Davenport this is some sort of test, which is confusing and a bit disconcerting, considering he is the one conducting the interview. He checks a quick box on his papers. “He talked you up a bit, yes. But this is your own interview, and I wanted to discuss your own knowledge with you, personally.”

She smiles, a touch more warmth to it than her previous attitude. “Oh, of course. Did quite a bit of studying at Tredore. First real school we attended. Kinda boring at times, you know?”

“If you’re accepted into this program, it’s going to be four intense months of studying and teaching you the more complex workings of the ship. Plus the two months of actually being on the ship.”

“That’s the fun stuff. Not a third semester in a row of another language I already figured out most of years ago.”

“How many languages do you speak, Ms. Taaco?”

“Including common, five languages.”

“Impressive.” Davenport himself only speaks three. “Now, I would like to ask you about your criminal record, if you don’t mind?”

Her smile grew sharp as she laughs.

Honestly, he isn’t surprised. Her explanation is the same as her brothers. Grew up on the road, needed food and other items on occasion. Didn’t always run fast enough. Davenport can’t fault them, and certainly won’t hold it against them.

He glances down at her paperwork, about to ask another question about her education, when she speaks up. “I’ve got a question for you, Captain.”

“Oh?”

“The ship- we’re really going with the name ‘The Starblaster’?”

Davenport sighs. He knew this question was coming, but he was expecting it to come during a press conference from a reporter, not a potential shipmate. “Yes. To be fair, it was a communal name we put to a vote from everyone who worked on building the engine.”

Ms. Taaco smiles. “Dope.”

Barry J. Bluejeans. 37 years old. Human. Wizard; specialization in applied magic regarding bonds and planar research.

Previous experience: Current assistant professor at Duffman University of the Arcane, part-time employee at the Institute of Planer Research and Exploration.

Criminal Record: Previous altercations regarding necromancy; no crimes against the nature of life and death ever committed.

Mr. Bluejeans is an interesting man. By the look of him, you’d expect to see him fumbling his way through a PTA meeting for his two kids. Instead, Davenport is staring down the word ‘necromancy’ on his paperwork on an application regarding literal planar travel on a ship called 'the Starblaster.'

So far, the interview has been going well. He’d listened to the man explain his research into the arcane, and he’d understood planar travel as well as any of the current scientists and engineers at the Institute. He was called in often for conferences and meetings about the bond engine. He’d seen the man walking around on occasion. They’d never been in a meeting together before, but he’d seemed nice.

But he also had a history of necromancy.

Now, Davenport doesn’t like to judge people. However, being in an enclosed space with someone who needed to specify he had never technically committed “crimes against the nature of humanity” isn’t the most comforting.

But, he was a smart man. Easy to get along with, too. So far. Necromancy notwithstanding.

Best to get it over with, “so, Mr. Bluejeans. I do need to ask about your criminal record-”

“Oh! Yeah, I never killed anyone. Or un- killed anyone. Uh, resurrected, I mean. Just did lots of studying into the application of necromancy and necromantic spells. Got in trouble because I toed the line of ‘research’ and ‘bringing my cat back to life,’ but got a stern talking to. Didn’t try it again, and don’t plan on needing to deal with those types of authorities again.”

Okay, normal enough answer, far as the situation applies-

“My current research into it has stayed purely theoretical, and it won’t interfere with the mission at all.”

So the man is still into necromancy.

Davenport glances down at the man’s file, thick with it’s attached papers Bluejeans has done on planar research. He’s not even stuck up about his level of education, and that’s extremely rare for the field.

Holding back a sigh, Davenport asks, “Can you explain the paper you wrote on the outer planes interactions with the inner planes for me?”

It was a really good paper.

But the man is still into necromancy.

Lucretia. 20. Human. Chronicler; Specialization in journalism.

Previous experience: Due to multiple NDA, she is unable to give us the exact number and titles of books she has written, but she sent letters of recommendation from Duke Rensburg, Lady Norabelle, and Warren of the Seatree Clan.

Criminal Record: Acquisition and attempted use of a false ID.

“So, Ms. Lucretia, I understand you cannot provide us with most examples of your works, but from what you have provided, you seem to be very, very good.”

“I like to think so, yes.” The young woman in front of him seems polite. She’s quiet; he saw her waiting outside with a few others before her interview, and while most of them were engaged in some awkward small talk, she sat away from them. Likely partially due to her age- she is much younger than the people outside- but she also simply seems quiet.

Which wouldn’t be the worst quality in someone you would be sharing a small, enclosed space with for an extended period of time. But, if she couldn’t bond with the others sufficiently, the bond engine won’t work.

(Hell, the bond engine was already finicky, they figured out the tech only a month ago, and they only have four months to bond an entire crew to pilot it and-)

“Can you explain to me why you acquired a fake ID and tried to use it at a, uh,” Davenport glances down at the records in front of him, holding back a chuckle, “at the forbidden section of the Library of Runar?”

Lucretia looks uncomfortable for a second, and he’s sure if the lighting in the room were better he would be able to see her flush with embarrassment. She gives him a hesitant smile, “I can’t get into the explicit details, but I was working on a book for an older client whose memory was becoming patchy, and I wanted to confirm some details before I put their name to it. They wouldn’t allow me into the section without the proper documents, but my client refused to agree that I should double check his work, even though I was almost certain he was wrong, so I simply… found a way to get past their guard. I wasn’t going to steal anything and I was going to use the proper equipment to read through the documents.”

Davenport smiles, “pursuit of knowledge and truth is important to you, then?”

“I don’t think spreading lies, especially in that context, is very honorable, no.” Her hands are folded in her lap now, and she seems a bit more relaxed.

Considering the others he is planning on accepting, he may be wrong about her getting along with them. Anyone willing to break the law just to prove an old man wrong would at least get along with him. Davenport refuses to have any pushovers aboard his ship.

Magnus Burnsides. 19. Fighter; Specialization in protection fighting and mechanical engineering.

Previous experience: Current bouncer at Apex Club. Currently enrolled in Gallier’s Fighter Academy and College.

Criminal Record: One count of assault and battery, appealed for defense of another person present. One count of indecent exposure and public intoxication.

Davenport will be the first to admit it can be tricky to follow human aging patterns, but he knows he’s not mistaken in thinking the man in front of him is barely out of “child” territory. Nineteen is a very, very small amount of time to be alive. Also, a very, very small amount of time to learn important things, like how to run what is basically a ship right out of a science fiction novel- complete with breakthrough technology.

Despite this, it’s hard to not find the young man in front of him to be endearing, and mostly knowledgeable in the things they need him to be.

“Magnus. You’re very young, one of the youngest applicants we have. What makes you think you’re qualified as the head of security of the ship?”

The young man in front of him- Gods, he really is young- grins and lifts his arms to flex, a show of pride and ego almost unbefitting of an interview setting, “Have you seen my muscles? I’m very strong, and a very good fighter.”

Many of today’s interviews have been quite different than he was expecting.

“I was referring more to job experience.”

“Oh!” Magnus shifts in his seat, fingers drumming against the table as he thinks. “I worked as a bouncer for a club while I was in college and did, if I must toot my own horn, a very good job. You should have a letter of recommendation from the owner-” He leans forwards, reaching a hand out as if to look through his own files to show him the letter.

“Yes, I did read through it. She was very thorough in stating how eager you were to help.” Davenport glances down at the papers in front of him, holding back a sigh. It truly was a glowing review of this young man. While his grades from the aforementioned college weren’t the highest, especially in classes one might consider important for an institute of planar research, the two letter of recommendations he submitted from teachers of his explained how Burnsides was very persistent when he wanted to learn something he didn’t know. He also had taken quite a few classes regarding vehicles- not enough to claim the young man was an expert but enough to provide a solid basis to show him how things worked and could be repaired on the ship.

The kid’s attitude was something of a breath of fresh air in this place. However, there was one glaring concern.

“I was also a bit concerned about the criminal record we have on file for you. Assault and battery as well as the indecent exposure and public-”

“In my defense for the second one, I was drunk with some friends and maybe thought it’d be funny to streak in the lake. Who hasn’t been to a party that gets a little out of hand.” He holds his hands out as if to say “am I right?”

Off the record, Davenport is inclined to agree that he was right. On the record, he is choosing to ignore it. “And the assault and battery? The file says it was in defense of a young person.”

Burnsides grins, “that’s how I got hired as the bouncer!”

He waits a moment, expecting Magnus to continue. When it seems the young man is assuming that is enough explanation, he prompts, “by beating up a man outside the club?”

“Yeah! He was harassing someone outside, and I was walking home and passed by. I told him to step off, and he didn’t. So I decked him, and he was out right away.”

It lined up with the records he had, and honestly, seeing someone so ready to step up to the defense of a stranger was a good quality. Better than some of the older applicants who were much more… formal in their training. He wonders briefly how Burnsides would react to an altercation against someone with magic.

Glancing down at his records, he guesses he would run headfirst without thinking.

Stifling a small grin, Davenport continues, “Now, tell me. Assume we’re up in space, and something goes wrong with the bond engine. What would your course of action be, Mr. Burnsides?”

Merle Hitower Highchurch. 214. Cleric; Specialization in botany, religion, and medical treatment.

Previous experience: Current botanist at the Institute of Planar Research and Exploration. Professor of botany at Narvick’s University for four years.

Criminal Record: Multiple counts of loitering.

The door is pushed all the way open before Davenport can even call out the next person.

A short dwarf slides into the room with a wide grin, “hey Dav!” A mug of tea is pressed into his hands.

“Hello, Merle. You do know this needs to be at least a little formal, yes?”

“Formal schmormal. Ask me your silly questions already, bud.” Merle Highchurch, resident botanist at the Institute of Planar Research and Exploration, plops right down in the seat he’d taken to commandeering once a week, for the past three weeks.

Davenport had seen him around before, but a botanist in an institute designed for exploring other planes that had little capabilities to actually go to those places yet was rarely busy, and even more rarely called upon. He still barely knew the guy, but after the day they’d gotten stuck in the elevator for ten minutes when it broke down, the dwarf had come to his office for tea each Wednesday.

It was a bit strange, but the tea was good.

“Tell me about your work experience.”

Merle laughs heartily, “they barely have me do anything around here, ‘cept tend to the couple of plants they’ve grabbed from the ground plane.”

“It’s the Elemental Plane of Earth, and don’t sell yourself short, Merle. This is basically a job interview, you know.”

Merle slurps loudly at his own mug, “aren’t you planning on nepotism hiring me, because we’re buds?”

“That isn’t even what that word means, Merle.”

“Isn’t it?”

Davenport stares into the tea, “is this made from the Earth plant?”

“Maybe?”

Davenport. 276. Captain and navigator; Specialization in mechanical engineering and arcane components combined with contemporary technology.

Previous Experience: Crewmate on the Lady Blue for twenty years. Graduated from Grensville University. Current staff at the Institute of Planar Research and Exploration.

Criminal Record: Unlawful resistance of orders from captain, raising of commotion on board ship while employed.

Davenport handed the six files over to Selune, “These are them.”

The halfling woman flips through them, eyebrows raising higher with each one she sees. “You’re sure you grabbed the right ones? A few of these I understand, but you do know we had the Issaiah Broler apply.”

He folds his hand in front of him, nodding. “I also know that during the interview he made me want to pour my tea on his lap. There’s no chance of getting the bond engine going with him. These are the six I picked. They’re all qualified- and the ones that are less educated in the specifics in the field I’m sure will pick up on the important information quickly. The Taaco twins already will give the bond engine a huge boost. Ms. Lucretia will ensure we have everything chronicled, something I’m sure you can appreciate, Selune. Mr. Bluejeans previous work shows he will thrive given the opportunities awaiting us. Mr. Highchurch is an educated man, and I trust him to keep the crew healthy and provide ample information on anything botany related we encounter, and I’m certain Mr. Burnsides will provide ample help in any task we show him how to do.” He sighs, glancing out the window of her office. There were a few people lingering outside in the courtyard of the Institute. “We have been given a tremendous opportunity to explore beyond what we can imagine, Selune. The last thing I want is to be bogged down by people stuck in their ways, who have been working in this field long enough to have their preconceived notions about what to expect and who will react badly when they’re proven wrong. I trust my own judgement in picking a crew, and I hope you trust my abilities to get these people ready to set sail in four months.”

What he doesn’t say is that he doesn’t want a bunch of stuffy jackasses on his ship. He’s not even sure picking all the over-qualified people would pass through the higher-ups' inspection of the crew. The people he picked were qualified enough to get a quick sign-off, but not too much. Anyone “overqualified” would probably get rejected. The ship had been built in basically six months. It’d get them off the ground, sure. It wasn’t going to explode on them once they got up there, but it wasn’t safe. There was a reason Davenport was the captain at all.

The six candidates in those files didn’t have a name for themselves as “important” to any stuffy scientific group or noble family. These people he picked were just that- people. A group of people who he believed deserved this opportunity. If anyone was getting the chance to make a name for themselves- to have the chance to redefine everything they know about the planar systems, he wanted to make sure they deserved the chance. A dangerous chance, sure. But what was science if not a little risky.

She sighs, opening the file on top. Her hand reaches for her pen, “Davenport, I got the final say on the name of the ship, I suppose the least I can do is give you final say on the crew.” She begins to write ‘approved’ at the top of the file, flipping through each one before giving him a pointed look. “But when I get angry calls about how you approved a bunch of nobodies and two people not even old enough to drink, I’m transferring them straight to your crystal.”

“And I will not be answering a single one.”

“I wouldn’t expect you to, Captain.”

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silenthillmutual · 3 years ago

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hey for the prompts thing, maybe artemy's children and daniil? Also if you wanna stretch your utopian characters writing muscles, something with peter and grace(artemy helping him parent her, since the man was ready to feed her worms)? eva and daniil in the friendship way?? idk, something of that sort. I love your work, you have a delightful grasp of the characters and the english language itself

this isn't my best bc i've just been practicing writing to keep that skill strong, but i decided to do a little of all three :)

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“Please, Eva, you have to help me.”

Eva tilts her head at Daniil, her long blonde hair cascading over her shoulder. Daniil knows she’s not that dense; it’s not the with what question, but the why. “Really, Daniil. I think you have a handle on things as it is.”

He absolutely does not have a handle on things. He is in way out of his depth. Over his head. However the saying goes - what’s been expected is far beyond him. Cats, he can watch over easily. They’re mostly self-sufficient, independent, but children? Daniil does not know the first thing about children.

“Humor me, then,” he says. Eva ducks her head, struggling to hide a smile. “Pretend for a moment that I don’t have a handle on things. How am I meant to keep children entertained?”

“Ah, I would think you would remember what it was like to be a child!” Daniil only scowls at the floor, shuffling his feet. “You remember how you wanted to be treated, don’t you? It’s not that different from now. You treat them with respect.”

“I know how to talk to children,” he says, and hopes he isn’t lying, “but how do I keep them entertained?”

“It’s only for a few hours. I think you’re worrying over nothing.” Daniil looks over his shoulder. They’re already seated at Eva’s piano, fingers toying with the keys. Every once in a while they will make contact, a soft plonk as a flat note plays in the open space, accompanied by a giggle. “Besides, Artemy left you in charge, not me. He trusts you.”

“He trusts everyone.” It sounds like more of a complaint than it’s really meant. The haruspex’s undying faith in others is admirable, really. Burakh’s favor is probably the only thing that’s kept the town’s inhabitants from running Daniil out into the steppe. But in this one occasion, that faith seems misplaced. “I should have said no.”

“So why didn’t you?”

Daniil has no answer. Or at least, he has no good answer. Judging by the smile creeping its way onto her face, Eva knows the only one he has. He tries to fan away her concern, and is met with her soft laughter, like the tinkling of glass. “Anyway, I’d feel much safer if you were here to help me.”

“Safer? Daniil, they’re just kids. You’ve done much more dangerous things in the time you’ve been here.” Daniil purses his lips, and Eva sighs. “I’ll help you, on one condition!”

“Name it.”

“Yulia.” Eva huffs, fiddling with her gloves. “I’ve invited her over to dinner, but she hasn’t sent her response. I think she’s nervous about seeing the Stamatins again - tell her they won’t be coming if it makes her so upset! Whatever you have to say, just make sure she agrees. I’ve been dying to see her.”

Much as he’d rather not get involved in anyone else’s affairs, he is sort of desperate here. Yulia can be difficult to convince when her mind is made up on something - impossible, even, he’d say - but he knows how fond the two women are of each other, and maybe his assurance that Andrey will be otherwise occupied will be enough. And really, all he has to do is try. “Fine,” he says, and Eva squeezes his arm in excitement before turning to the kids in the sitting room.

“I see you’ve found the piano. Would you like me to teach you a few scales?”

When Artemy agreed to help Peter prepare for Grace’s visit, he had no idea what it was he was signing up for. He’d thought an hour or so - enough time to leave his kids with Daniil and see how they fared together without overwhelming the other man. But it’s been two and a half hours now, and Peter doesn’t seem to be any closer to grasping the basics.

“You need milk, Peter. And eggs. Basic food items.” He stops just short of asking if the man is even aware of what constitutes food. He can’t be certain that the man even eats. He’s malnourished for someone of his height, and from what Artemy can tell his main consumption is twyrine. And that won’t be good for poor Grace.

That’s the main reason Artemy’s stayed so long. He wants to get back to his kids, to spend time with Daniil before the man returns to his work, but he worries about how Grace will fare here when Peter can’t seem to grasp the importance of a clean cooking surface and fresh ingredients. “Forgive me, old boy. It’s been so long since I have sought these things out for myself.”

Artemy tries not to groan. That’s about what he’d figured, and it’s not exactly what he’d call promising.

At least the apartment is looking marginally nicer. There’s space enough for them to walk around in, the empty bottles of twyrine have been discarded and the couch has been cleared of its debris. It’s not much, but it’s a start, and Artemy can appreciate how difficult even this was for the architect.

But it’s still not quite enough. Grace will be over within the hour, and Artemy’s not sure how much more help he can be to the man.

Before he can suggest they hold Grace’s visit off another day, a knock comes at the door and the girl herself enters. She doesn’t look quite sure of herself, her fists curled tight around the fabric of her dress, her eyes cast down; but she enters all the same, and stands just outside the door, waiting.

Artemy is the first to address her. “Grace.” He nudges Peter with his foot under the table. “It’s good to see you.”

Peter looks at Artemy, solemn, and follows his lead. “Welcome, girl.” There’s an awkward pause, and Artemy kicks his shin again. Peter stares at the table. “Come in from the door. There’s room for you by the couch.”

Grace smiles shyly and tucks her hands behind her back as she enters. Her eyes widen, taking in the apartment as if seeing it for the first time. And since Peter doesn’t seem to clean regularly, she very well could be.

“What happened to your paintings?” she asks, her voice quiet.

“I’ve moved them.” Artemy is preparing himself to nudge Peter once again, but this is something he’s more well-acquainted with. He’s slow to stand, one hand on the table to steady himself, and makes his way to what passes for a bedspace in this loft. Artemy watches from the table, chewing his lip, as Peter presents a painting to her.

At least it’s one of the more appropriate ones, though there’s something frightening about the splashes of paint. He’s no art critic, and he won’t pretend to understand, but there’s something very angry about this painting. Artemy wonders how obvious it is to Grace, who hasn’t seen much outside of the graveyard. He can’t imagine there’s much experimental art in the Saburov’s house.

A sudden pang hits him, watching the two interact. He may be frustrated with Peter, but it’s obvious the man is trying his hardest. It’s just been too long since he’s even taken care of himself, that of course it will take a while before he’s able to take care of another person. And Grace has such different needs that Artemy’s unsure the Saburovs will be able to meet. The way they talk to each other, he can sense an understanding between them, even when they’re not talking about exactly the same thing.

He’s going to wind up regretting this, for sure. He didn’t mean to leave his kids with Daniil for so long, but he can’t just give up here.

“It’s about time for lunch,” Artemy says. The two turn to look at him with matching looks of surprise. “Why don’t I show you how to cook something?”

Artemy dropped his children off around ten. Daniil expected him back around noon. He doesn’t mind making food for the children, except - well, he’s not the one doing it. Eva caught him attempting to make some excuses to head into the kitchen and beat him to it. “Don’t worry about it,” she said, with a look in her eyes Daniil found almost threatening, “I can handle it. You stay in here and get acquainted.”

“We’re already acquainted,” Daniil pointed out, but it didn’t matter much. Eva was determined to ignore him, making her way out of the room and leaving Daniil with two bored kids.

Murky had moved on from the piano some time ago, laying on the floor with charcoals and sketch paper Peter had left out the last time he’d come to visit. She didn’t ask for permission, but if Eva wasn’t going to tell her off then neither was Daniil. He can’t imagine Peter minding much or even remembering he’d brought the items with him, and as long as it’s keeping the girl occupied Daniil doesn’t have it in him to complain. Sticky, on the other hand, has taken to snooping around the house.

“Looking for something?” Daniil asks, watching him open up an end table drawer.

Sticky shrugs. “Not particularly.” He closes the drawer with a little more force than necessary and turns his gaze to the staircase, his eyebrows near to his hairline. “What’s up there?”

“My room.”

“Can I see it?” The sudden excitement catches him off guard. Daniil fiddles with his gloves. “You have a microscope, right? I’ve never used one. I know Rubin has one, but he won’t let me see it. Do you have slides? Can you show me something? Can you show me blood?”

“One question at a time,” Daniil says, huffing with amusement. Maybe this isn’t so bad. I was the same at his age. “I suppose you can come upstairs and see it, yes. I do have a few clean slides, yes, but I don’t have any samples lying around. I suppose I can come up with something, but…” he turns to look at Murky.

“She’ll be fine,” Sticky assures him. “It’s not like we’re going far, right?” He turns to his sister. “Murky, we’re going upstairs.”

She pauses in her drawing, looking at Sticky before her eyes turn away. “Do I have to come with you?”

“I don’t suppose you have to, no,” Daniil answers. “But if you need anything, you can come up and get us, alright, dear?” She doesn’t seem all that comfortable with the term, her mouth turning into a little scowl. She doesn’t answer, either, going back to her drawing as if no interruption had occurred.

Daniil leads Sticky up the stairs, listening to his babbling about the things he’s managed to glean from listening to Artemy and attempting to follow in his footsteps, from his discussions with Rubin when the man’s come to visit. Once they’re upstairs, he wanders around the room, picking up Daniil’s books and looking at them carefully, trying to pronounce the words aloud to himself. Daniil takes his distraction as a time to prick himself for a blood sample, readying the slide and pulling the chair back out from the table.

He clears his throat, and Sticky spins around, nearly dropping the heavy tome in his hands. “You wanted to see a blood sample, yes?” Sticky nods, scrambling his way over to the desk. Daniil has to guide him in how to use the microscope, in how to get a clearer picture of what he’s looking at. And Sticky has plenty of questions for him about what he sees, about how blood works in the body, about cells and warmth and movement.

As he’s speaking, Daniil simply forgets to be nervous. It’s not all that different to lectures - and to have someone honestly listening to him is actually quite nice. He’s so engrossed in directing Sticky that he doesn’t notice when Murky joins them. When she speaks, it startles him. “Why do you have a bunch of grass in a jar?” Sticky stifles a laugh as Daniil nearly jumps, moving around to the bookshelf where Murky is on her toes, peering at a glass jar. “They’re not even the right herbs. You can’t make anything out of that.”

“It’s not all grass. Take a closer look.” Daniil takes the jar off the shelf and holds it out for her to better see it. He watches her squint, and directs his finger about halfway up the jar. “Do you see the eyes here? This is a conehead grasshopper.”

Her eyes widen. “You keep a bug in a jar?”

“Well, I’d like to get a terrarium eventually, but you don’t seem to have any in town. I’d have to order one from the Capital.” He pauses. People usually find his collection of insects strange, but Murky seems fascinated. “I have books on insects, if you would like to…” Can she read? “Take a look?” Murky nods, and Daniil takes the jar back, looking through the bookshelf for the guide he’d brought with him.

Sticky’s not particularly interested in the bugs, but he entertains himself looking through Daniil’s medical textbooks while Daniil reads passages off of the insects Murky points to. When Eva comes to get them for lunch, he has to agree to bring the book downstairs with him to get her to go.

“Dad won’t let me keep bugs,” she mumbles around her food. “Says they don’t belong in the house.”

“My mother felt the same,” Daniil tells her. It feels strange to admit it, when it’s been so long since he’s spoken of his parents to anybody. Murky turns the pages of his field guide very carefully, silent as Sticky speaks up to ask him more questions about blood flow and circulation.

Now that he’s found ways of connecting with the kids, communication isn’t nearly as difficult as he’d thought it would be. He feels a little silly for winding himself up the way he had this morning - and these are Artemy’s kids, why had he imagined they’d be such a handful? Sure, they’re precocious, but not any worse than the other children in town.

They’ve just made their way back into the main room when the door to the Stillwater opens and Artemy appears. He looks exhausted, and Daniil can’t help but feel a twinge of guilt. He knows what dealing with the Stamatins can be like, especially given how poorly Peter takes care of himself. He can’t begin to imagine what took Artemy so long, but things must have been pretty bad if it took him such a long time.

Artemy offers Daniil a small smile. “Thanks for looking after them, emshen.”

“It was my pleasure,” Daniil says, and he finds that for once it’s not simply a nicety. “They’re wonderful children, Artemy. Clearly you’re doing a fantastic job in raising them.”

“Truth be told, they raised themselves.” His smile is fond, turning from Daniil to his kids. “You guys ready to go?”

Murky looks up from her drawing - a new one, an attempt to freehand an illustration of a phasmid from Daniil’s field guide. She still has a slight frown on her face as she looks up at her father. “Now? Bachelor was going to show me how to catch insects with a net,” she tells him.

Artemy looks back at Daniil with some surprise on his face. Daniil can feel himself flushing as he tries to look anywhere but at Artemy. “Why don’t you come another day, Murky? It’ll give me time to get a second net.”

“I’ll be ready to go in a minute,” Sticky pipes up. “I just gotta finish -”

“Oh, you can borrow the book,” Daniil says, waving his hand. “Don’t mind the markings I left in it from school. And if you have any questions, well - you know where to find me.”

#icarus.docx #icarus.txt #pathologic

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thelightfluxtastic · 4 years ago

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30DayTheri 10: Tangram Model

This may feel a little out-of-order, as I plan to write future posts going into more detail about the exact experiences (noemata, behaviors, etc.) that I associate with my therianthropy, and why I identify as a psychological therian. But today, I’ll summarize those things briefly in order to get at a metaphor for how I construct identity, period.

So first, a bulleted list of the kinds of things I, personally, associate with my therianthropy:

Behaviors

Food preferences

Growling and barking urges

“Fetching” behaviors (will probably elaborate later)

Mouth = 3rd hand (I thought this was normal, my bf gently poked fun)

Internal experiences

Phantom shifts (ears, tail, teeth)

Mental shifts

Noemata (red and white fur, pattern, general body size)

“Me” recognition feeling in response to dogs

Euphoria at being seen as a dog

“My person” interpersonal feelings

Sheep protective feelings

Traits

Extroversion

Responsiveness to rewards (yes this is linked to extroversion)

General sociability/friendliness

Suggestibility

Social Submissiveness

Passion/identification with animals in general

Not sure if therianthropy or something else

Sensitivity to sound and smell

Constant chewing habit

Singing preferences (this one is weird and ???)

The thing about literally everything on the list above? All of it could have a different explanation. It’s the sum, not the parts, isn’t it? Any identity, if one is asked to explain “how do you know you’re X?”, the individual reasons are never 100% applicable. Just like roleplaying as a different gender in video games is a common trans experience, but not exclusive to all or only trans folks. Or how I’m Lithuanian for several reasons (I was born there, my parents and grandparents were, I speak the language and participate in the culture). Another person might have been born there but not speak the language. Another might have only distant ancestry but participate in the culture. Etc. Etc. I’m sure there are otherkin that have a list of experiences with no overlap with mine (past life memories, dream shifts, species dysphoria) who are still equally otherkin. No specific reason is the necessary-and-sufficient factor.

And here’s the thing- I don’t care if there are other explanations. Even if literally everything I ascribe to therianthropy can be broken down into normal personality traits, neurodivergence, random chance, etc., to me, that doesn’t erase my ability to draw a circle around those traits and call it therianthropy, especially if doing so helps me navigate the world and makes me happy.

Identity is often approached, I think, like a jigsaw puzzle: the pieces only fit together a certain way, and once you figure out all of them, you can get one correct picture. Consider this really neat post that compares a therian and an autistic person, pointing out external behaviors that may seem similar, but are internally caused by different things.

Here’s the thing. People don’t know why they do things. It’s a whole thing called the introspection illusion. If someone is trying to introspect to determine “am I doing this for sensory reasons or otherkin reasons?”, they have no assurance of getting the right answer. It’s just not that neatly knowable.

I would like to introduce instead the metaphor of a tangram. A tangram is a type of puzzle where there is a set of seven pieces, which need to be arranged (without gaps or overlaps) to make a bigger picture. You can play a bunch here. The point of a tangram is that the pieces are literally all the same. They don’t have patterns like a jigsaw puzzle, the whole point is “how many shapes can I make out of the exact same set?”.

So that’s how I see my therianthropy, when it comes to questioning how much of it is influenced by “other” things, like personality and neurodivergence and childhood experiences and quirks and habits. For me, pointing to my chewing behavior and going “that’s just stimming, like in autism” or my food preferences and going “that’s just coincidence” is a little like pointing out that both a cat and rabbit tangram have the same big triangle piece in it. Like...so what? The individual pieces could belong to anything. In me, they make a larger picture of a dog, and that’s whats important to me.

((Or for another metaphor, tacos, burritos and quesadillas can have similar or many overlapping ingredients, but the difference in arrangement and preparation still matters))

#30 Days of Therianthropy #therian #tangram #mine

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sunritual · 4 years ago

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Let’s try this again

They should make a law where if the police don’t read you your Miranda rights you get out of jail free, like if you don’t get your receipt at fast food restaurants you get a mail free

The shaggy law - There should be a law that if you continuously and shamelessly deny doing something, no matter how indisputably obvious it is that you did it, you should get off free for pure savegery.

Confederates as “rebels for tradition” is laughable

Ram rainbow spiral horns profile.

People think grammar rules are etched into the universe — they’re not. When people say AAve is incorrect and ignorant, they say that their conception of how one should speak is inherently correct despite no evidence/truth. Grammar is agreed upon not mandated

Hippie sauce infusion pizza joint

Plain nude balconette with little purple and pink flowers at wiring

How could anyone predict anything happening but how could any be surpised either

Hierarchies - nahhhh

Humans aren’t inherently higher than any other creature or thing, but as humans i don’t think it’s wrong to prioritize other humans. There no better or worse but there is optimal for certain environments and lifestyles.

What differentiates a piece of art from a slightly different replica - when is it an entirely different piece altogether? Moving a figure slightly? Adding a splash of paint ? Changing a color to the point where no one could tell? Is the persons perception the deciding factor or what’s actually on the canvas. If abstract art is about the perception, and the waning behind it - does it change with these things?

An exhibit where people are invited to paint over and destroy or change the art

The differences between us and other. Are feeble - not illusory but

Periwinkle sky blue black and white each of a half circle . Faded out

Uni should be about exploring ideas — new and old famillar and foreign - honeing writing reading reasoning debating listening etc skills.

Umm, Karen were your parents married when you were born?

Ummmm no, umm i mean , uh ,yes —what??

Then why are you policing what other people do?

Dark blue light blue orange lemon circles layer on top of each other, several difffent sizes

Job apps tip!! For every job you apply to , Change your last name on your resume to the last name of the hiring manager and they will think you are related to them and hire you with nepotism. ( then, or coarse, legally when you get the job)

Unpopular opinion: i don’t really mind diarrhea

I for one think it’s incredibly brave of the brats girls to reclaim such a derogatory term

Starting every Describtion of every British show with “its kind of like skins but..”

Beanie baskin took that treat she snatched it - she ain’t even askin

The squad bod - a group of ghost friends share one body in which they have to live their lives -

My playlists are a matter of fact, not opinion. They reveal truths about the human experience

A cats gorilla imeritive of aesthetics.

I don’t chose them, they are not for joy but for truth. They are not intelligible but feel able

📝 narrative - longing

👼 chaotic

🌾 childlike wonder

Things that seem homo and phobic ATST

- Woodstock

- Brown eyed girl

Life has a funny way of sneaking up on ya when you think everything BG a gone wrong and everything bows up in your face

If women can’t do drag because they have an advantage then what is drag? Is it having good looking tits and a waist ? Looking like woman? or is it about having charisma uniqueness nerve and talent?

Examining Tik toks through different philosophical lenses

What makes it so they put parenthesis around lyrics in a song? What intonations and such make it parenthesis worthy

What’s an article of clothing from your childhood that you viscerally remember for seemingly no reason

I feel like the problem with the property brothers is they had too good of a childhood

Do you ever wonder if personality traits would be diffferntnin different cultures? Would a quiet person be even quieter if they were brought up in North Korea? Or the same amount of talkativity? Do we have the traits no matter what, or are we inclined to be more of one way than the others around us. Are personality traits created by comparison to those around?

Maybe the anxiety comes from knowing your not “supposed” to be as quiet as you are. You don’t really want to talk, that’s okay , but it’s expected that you do. So you are anxiety that your not living up

I find happiness every single day

This feeling has made me so appreciative of my mental state usually. How many people feel like this on the regular? How many people have this as their default? I am so lucky. My default is happy. I have my issues, but i need to appreciate the gift i was given. I was given elation. Childlike wonder. Curiosity. Adventurousness. Self completion and fullness. The rest will come.

If you see a celebrity you want to talk to in public but don’t want to bother them, make sure they don’t see that you saw them and start a fake conversation telling a friend that they should buy a product they are a sponsor for, and that they should use their coupon code. When they approach you to thank you for being such a loyal fan, obviously pretend to be shocked that they just so happened to be there

Christianity excuses selfish politics and beliefs

Things i never would’ve noticed if they weren’t pointed out to me:

-Left and right handed ness

Rating sports teams by uniform colors

Balloon animals but make it clothing!

Logics doesn’t care about your feelings, but it certainly cares about your biasees.

He who findeth keepith, whilst he who loosith weepith.

Religious thought often starts at the conclusion they want and attempts to make arguments justifying it.

Jewish debate starts with an agreement that we are going to follow the book, but argues about what the book truly says. Not good enough when you are still just following the book

Why did Jesus need to die for our sins

Dream - swimming in a lake and bump into something you think is a human tying to save to but is it! Oct 29 9:03

Candle company logo etc

I’m sorry for your loss

It’s not oka

If people can accept that stupid bad jokes can be

Is there a reason for each thing existing? Sufficient reason

Understanding if an area is a matter of perspective or fact? Is it Emperical ?

If you assume you have free will you limit your critical thinking ability and therefor stour actual free will - you need to navigate technology such as algorithms that show you why at you want to see or you completely loose free will - you cannot chose when you don’t even know a choice. there is Somthing controlling you

Revelation is within it doesn’t involve others - can happen in a moment

Revolution- requires work and years and years of convincing others m

What counts as a second chance? What counts as a first chance? What does giving someone the benefit of the doubt entail ? Letting them out of jail , or letting them have a 2nd term as president.

**Picture of coke or Pepsi book**

Trump supporters be like: THIS is the BALLOt sleepy crooked joe SEND to MY neighbor. So much FOR democracy

One flew over the coup coups nest

Ashge-nazi = Jewish trump supporter

The heathers of the USA are Cali, New York and Texas. Florida, too

Shape shifting would solve all of this. I could go to Washington DC, pretend to be trump, concede then leave. It would be hilarious, however if me and trump looked identical and had to so the most idiotic crazy shit to prove to America that we indeed are the true DJ.

Coup busting outfit - light cute short sleeve camo shirts , army green super utalitarian cargo pants , double sash belts in leather with grommets studs or spikes (to be decided by team (with democracy) or left up to the individual) leather (vegan available) lace up knee high boots (maybe with spikes if not too 2012) and the pies de resistance two army green denim shoulder high gloves that fold down as far as needed for the comfort of the fighter. Will be adorned with patches decided by the wearer. Edges will be frayed to honor to the coup busting aesthetic and spirit of the endeavor. We can decide on a signature lip color, but spf is required for all fighters. Of coarse we will have those football stripes below the eyes, don’t be stupid.

How far away can something be from a face and still have humans think it’s a face

Senator Portman - i hope you are well, and want to thank you for the hard work you have put in to this election. However, it has become abundantly clear that joe Biden and Kamala Harris have secured more than enough electoral and popular votes to warrant recognition as president and vice elect. Upon reading the transcripts of he hopeless court cases, there is absolutely no evidence of vote measurable fraud. is time you stand up for democracy and face reality by congratulating he pair on their success. Americans and scared and they need a powerful republican voice to demounce the unsubstantiated conspircy theories that attempt to thwart democracy in this beautiful county. Please do the right thing , and stand with sanity, freedom and democracy. History books and citizens will thank you. May god bless you, your staff and loved ones

Could mermaids exist through evolution in the future

Me learning about real us history - all the nations destroyed by the USA—- I’m the baaad Guy

The rest of the world - duh dodododosodo

Print that looks like a page of writing that has been sourced in water so it’s bleeding and darker in speckles

Zamps= examples

Clothes with green screen cut outs

Robots don’t need to be sentient to destroy us.

Navy mock neck long sleeves big orange and little white stripe on tube cage sides

A veritcal line stretch waistband

Cross cross and straps back

Square high neck

Scarlet polka dots around can light blue text and beach image as front

Blue stroke red inside square, blue triangle rainbow with eye and funky font

Y either know a particular topic or not , but it’s hard to pin down intelligence on one category

Cream background , ice cream pink script name kinda bev hills hotel script looking ish

Move your mouth in a differ way

Supersonic vibrating butt cleaner

Half magenta half red violet a blue teacup in the center with white floral frills thick serif font

Pink background am orange flower in a vase white present ribbon n red as a table

An app that familiarizes people with science - through experimental learning ― hands on experiences that make it seem less top down and authoritarian , and more like a set of steps that we take, things that anyone can do to get closer with nature and the world

A social media philosophy app - teaches what others said and gives people a chance to express their views , postulate, argue, etc gadfly? How would be avoid a shit show, how can we make social media more humanitarian. how can we care about people while also expressing deeply held ideas , how can we encourage users to examine their deeply held ideas without alienating them. How can we discourage hatred and abuse and groupthink with design? How do we slow people down and encourage them to recognize the human behind the screen. Street epistemology? Socratic dialogue?

Socrates - asking questions. Breaking it down to bits. Deeply understanding their argument. Asking about different possibilities and circumstances. Take vast assumptions and show scenarios that make go against them.

Build fact checking into apps

Narrative self vs experiential

Walks you through steps of the sciefitifc method and encourages you to explain how you feel each step actually helped you- then walks you through a scientist doing the same for their reasarch

Republicans only want to be free in the specific ways that benefit corporations

Are Christians more willing to support the death pen early because they already believe in the cruel and overstepping punishment of hell?

Where did the idea come from that you need to remain impartial when trying to persuade

The idea that there is someone in a similar but different dwelling, hearing similar but different sounds and feeling similar but different feelings is wild

We synthesize sets of traits, and particular actions in a super biased culturally constructed way

With the way we see things as humans- we categorize things into groups that aren’t really reaaal ― paratheletic groups

I just want the people and jobs that benefit society

Connection to nietzsches Dionysian art and eckheart tolle/Taoism

No matter your personality, there is probably a part of the world that you would fit in with naturally.

An ordinary girl is selected as one of the representatives of earth in the first meeting of various alien species after one advanced planet discovered and United 10. Confused as to why she was chosen, she goes on her journey meeting

Wha ba Bada da da da da dada he’s a wha ba ba dadada as a matter of fact it’s not my fault if you came up here thinking that you would win

Wanting to break boundaries and rules for the sake those who are hurt by the rules

You are imagining the best case scenario of the life you want to have and experience Ming the reality of the life you so have.

Yes her drips cosmetics line to students i. Class

Chez it people can goldfish people

Your personality flows where a system needs it to go to maintain balance

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forunfeltimaginations · 4 years ago

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Let’s try this again

They should make a law where if the police don’t read you your Miranda rights you get out of jail free, like if you don’t get your receipt at fast food restaurants you get a mail free

Confederates as “rebels for tradition” is laughable

Ram rainbow spiral horns profile.

Hippie sauce infusion pizza joint

Plain nude balconette with little purple and pink flowers at wiring

How could anyone predict anything happening but how could any be surpised either

Hierarchies - nahhhh

An exhibit where people are invited to paint over and destroy or change the art

The differences between us and other. Are feeble - not illusory but

Periwinkle sky blue black and white each of a half circle . Faded out

Uni should be about exploring ideas — new and old famillar and foreign - honeing writing reading reasoning debating listening etc skills.

Umm, Karen were your parents married when you were born?

Ummmm no, umm i mean , uh ,yes —what??

Then why are you policing what other people do?

Dark blue light blue orange lemon circles layer on top of each other, several difffent sizes

Unpopular opinion: i don’t really mind diarrhea

I for one think it’s incredibly brave of the brats girls to reclaim such a derogatory term

Starting every Describtion of every British show with “its kind of like skins but..”

Beanie baskin took that treat she snatched it - she ain’t even askin

The squad bod - a group of ghost friends share one body in which they have to live their lives -

My playlists are a matter of fact, not opinion. They reveal truths about the human experience

A cats gorilla imeritive of aesthetics.

I don’t chose them, they are not for joy but for truth. They are not intelligible but feel able

📝 narrative - longing

👼 chaotic

🌾 childlike wonder

Things that seem homo and phobic ATST

- Woodstock

- Brown eyed girl

Life has a funny way of sneaking up on ya when you think everything BG a gone wrong and everything bows up in your face

If women can’t do drag because they have an advantage then what is drag? Is it having good looking tits and a waist ? Looking like woman? or is it about having charisma uniqueness nerve and talent?

Examining Tik toks through different philosophical lenses

What makes it so they put parenthesis around lyrics in a song? What intonations and such make it parenthesis worthy

What’s an article of clothing from your childhood that you viscerally remember for seemingly no reason

I feel like the problem with the property brothers is they had too good of a childhood

I find happiness every single day

Christianity excuses selfish politics and beliefs

Things i never would’ve noticed if they weren’t pointed out to me:

-Left and right handed ness

Rating sports teams by uniform colors

Balloon animals but make it clothing!

Logics doesn’t care about your feelings, but it certainly cares about your biasees.

He who findeth keepith, whilst he who loosith weepith.

Religious thought often starts at the conclusion they want and attempts to make arguments justifying it.

Jewish debate starts with an agreement that we are going to follow the book, but argues about what the book truly says. Not good enough when you are still just following the book

Why did Jesus need to die for our sins

Dream - swimming in a lake and bump into something you think is a human tying to save to but is it! Oct 29 9:03

Candle company logo etc

I’m sorry for your loss

It’s not oka

If people can accept that stupid bad jokes can be

Is there a reason for each thing existing? Sufficient reason

Understanding if an area is a matter of perspective or fact? Is it Emperical ?

Revelation is within it doesn’t involve others - can happen in a moment

Revolution- requires work and years and years of convincing others m

What counts as a second chance? What counts as a first chance? What does giving someone the benefit of the doubt entail ? Letting them out of jail , or letting them have a 2nd term as president.

**Picture of coke or Pepsi book**

Trump supporters be like: THIS is the BALLOt sleepy crooked joe SEND to MY neighbor. So much FOR democracy

One flew over the coup coups nest

Ashge-nazi = Jewish trump supporter

The heathers of the USA are Cali, New York and Texas. Florida, too

How far away can something be from a face and still have humans think it’s a face

Could mermaids exist through evolution in the future

Me learning about real us history - all the nations destroyed by the USA—- I’m the baaad Guy

The rest of the world - duh dodododosodo

Print that looks like a page of writing that has been sourced in water so it’s bleeding and darker in speckles

Zamps= examples

Clothes with green screen cut outs

Robots don’t need to be sentient to destroy us.

Navy mock neck long sleeves big orange and little white stripe on tube cage sides

A veritcal line stretch waistband

Cross cross and straps back

Square high neck

Scarlet polka dots around can light blue text and beach image as front

Blue stroke red inside square, blue triangle rainbow with eye and funky font

Y either know a particular topic or not , but it’s hard to pin down intelligence on one category

Cream background , ice cream pink script name kinda bev hills hotel script looking ish

Move your mouth in a differ way

Supersonic vibrating butt cleaner

Half magenta half red violet a blue teacup in the center with white floral frills thick serif font

Pink background am orange flower in a vase white present ribbon n red as a table

Narrative self vs experiential

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razieltwelve · 5 years ago

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Dive (Final Rose)

Penny dreamed, but her dreams were not of open fields or starlit skies. Instead, she dove into the InfoNet, her mind wandering endlessly through the seemingly limitless sea of information that awaited her. Whether it was blogs, news sites, or even video and image sharing sites, she saw it all. There was the good and the bad, things that would have shaken anyone’s faith in civilisation and things that would have restored it as well.

It was all there, waiting for her, just like it was every time she closed her eyes. Few people realised just how deep her connection to the InfoNet ran. Professor Dia and her father had been the architects of the InfoNet, and even now they maintained access to backdoors that no one else would ever find.

They had made Penny a nexus, one of the key points of the InfoNet, as well as a chief administrator whose access was topped only by theirs and a select few. It was not an exaggeration to say that she could, on a whim, seize control of almost any device connected to the InfoNet with as little effort as it took for her to make a fist.

It was a terrifying ability, but her father knew her well. She would never abuse it. In fact, the most common thing she used it for was telling Ruby what was in her dorm room’s fridge, so the other girl would know if she needed to buy anything while they were out. Oh, and sometimes, she used it to send Ruby or her other friends funny pictures on their scrolls.

As dawn approached, Penny emerged from her dive into the InfoNet. A human or Faunus would have been mentally exhausted by exposure to so much information, but she felt rejuvenated. Her own systems were exquisitely precise, and the feedback she received from them could at times seem overwhelming. Losing herself in a video about a cat knocking over cups or a dog chasing after its own tail was the perfect way to unwind and relax.

Rising, she ran through her usual cleanup and maintenance subroutines, watching for any possible signs of system degradation or error build up. All of her scans came back clear, and she smiled as her optics came online. Robo-Kitty was still snoozing away on the corner of her bed, and she briefly tapped into his prosthetic leg to see if he was well. As she had expected, her pet cat was in excellent health.

A quick patch into the systems that controlled her fish tank revealed a similar story for her pet goldfish. They were doing fine too. She got up and headed toward the shower. She did not sweat as a human or Faunus did, but regular cleaning was still essential since she did go outside regularly, and combat against Grimm inevitably led to a bit of muck and grime building up.

After her shower, she headed to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for her pets. Robo-Kitty was his usual friendly self as he slunk onto the kitchen counter and waited eagerly for his morning meal. Once he had his food, she made a quick stop at the fish tank to feed her goldfish too. There were systems in place to allow for automated feeding, but she liked to do it herself when she could.

Satisfied that all was in order, she spent the next hour reviewing any files or messages that had come in during the night while playing with Robo-Kitty. He was a cheerful cat, and nothing pleased him more than to curl up on her lap and pick fights with her hands while the television played in the background.

Of course, it was eventually time to leave. Classes were due to begin shortly, and she did not wish to be late. Based on past experience, leaving her room at this time would also maximise her chances of running into Ruby and the others.

Sure enough, Ruby and the others were on their way to class, and Penny fell into step beside them. A drone hovered overhead, and she took a moment to open a connection to it since Diana wouldn’t have one hanging around unless she wanted to talk.

“Good morning, friends!” Penny said.

“Good morning, Penny,” Ruby replied as the others returned her greeting in their own ways. “Did you get a good night’s sleep?”

“In a manner of speaking, yes.” Penny smiled. Splitting her consciousness, she allowed some of her processors to focus on the data that Diana was sending. Apparently, there had been a breach of Atlas’s perimeter defences. Based on present estimates, the number of Grimm was still fairly manageable, but Diana wanted her to know in case it got out of hand. “Did you?”

Ruby made a face. “Not really. I think the thermostat in our room broke or something, but it was way too hot.” She fanned herself. “Even with all the windows open and everything.”

“You should have called me,” Penny said. “I am more than qualified to fix a thermostat.”

“I didn’t want to trouble you.”

“It’s not trouble.” Penny smiled. “Or you could have asked Diana to send a drone over. Many of her drones can perform routine maintenance without outside supervision. It is quite ingenious.”

“And kind of terrifying,” Yang said, grinning. “Since I bet she’s also got automated kill routines too.”

Penny wanted to deny it, but Yang was right. Buried in Diana’s combat-capable drones were routines specifically designed to optimise their lethality if necessary. “Not on the repair drones,” she said at last since that much, at least, was true. Her brows furrowed. “But were you able to identify the problem?”

“No.” Ruby took a bite out of a cookie she’d brought along. “But we reported it, so it should be fixed by the time we get back. Beacon is pretty good about stuff like that.” She grinned. “You looking forward to mix and match today?”

Mix and match was a training program that Professor Farron ran. It involved mixing the teams up, so students could get experience working with people outside of their teams. “I am looking forward to it. It is always nice to work with new people.”

“I just hope you don’t get Cardin,” Yang muttered. “Although hopefully he’s learned his lesson. I swear Blake was about two seconds from killing him last week.”

“He is… unpleasant,” Penny murmured. “But I think he will do better this time. If nothing else, he resents failure, so he may try to get along better with people to avoid it.”

“Here’s hoping,” Yang replied. “Anyone you’re hoping to get?”

Penny paused. “I would, of course, enjoy working with any of my friends.” And wasn’t it great that she had so many now? “But I would not mind working with some of the new students either. We have had several join us this year, and they are unfamiliar to me. I do have files on them, but it isn’t the same.”

“Oh?” Weiss raised one eyebrow. “Do you have a file on Rin Tohsaka?”

Penny nodded. “Expert in close combat with particular skill in utilising Dust to augment her abilities. Her Semblance allows her to massively increase her abilities temporarily. It can also be concentrated in certain parts of her body, increase the size of the boost even further.” Her brows furrowed. “Enhancement is more than sufficient to reduce solid concrete to powder in a single strike, and there is video footage of her crushing heavily armoured Grimm with seemingly little effort.”

“Heh.” Yang snickered. “You’d better keep her away from you next week then, Weiss. Otherwise, you’re going to look like a piñata.” She grinned. “What do you have on Averia?”

Penny delved into her files again. “Averia is apparently a killer robot.” She gave the pink-haired girl an apologetic file. “It seems your file is deemed classified even to me. However, I do believe your sister added that, so it wouldn’t be completely empty.” She looked at her. “Based on the scans I have run, you are completely organic.”

“Thanks,” Averia drawled. “That’s good to know.”

“You’re welcome.” Penny smiled. “But I was hoping to work with Asami Sato this week. Her Semblance is fascinating, and I am curious to see how it interacts with me. If she enhance machinery, it is entirely possible that she might be able to enhance me as well.”

“That would be awesome,” Ruby said. “Imagine how big your death lasers would be!”

“They are properly referred to as heavy assault lasers although I do admit that they tend to be lethal when deployed.” Penny giggled. “And it would be nice to speak to Asami more as well. She is often in the professor’s lab, but we have rarely spoken. Diana says that she is nice, however.”

“She’s pretty cool,” Ruby said. “I actually asked her for some tips about streamlining the transformation mechanism on Crescent Rose, and she had some good ideas. I’m not sure if I’ll follow through with them, but it never hurts to ask another expert.”

“That is good,” Penny said. She looked ahead. “But I think we should increase our speed. We our currently running ten seconds late, and I do not think Professor Farron will be pleased if we are late.”

X X X

Author’s Notes

Just another normal morning for Penny. Incidentally, Robo-Kitty is a friendly guy, and it’s not unusual for him to find his way out of her room and hang around the campus before heading back after class is done. Thanks to his robotic prosthetic leg, Penny can keep an eye on him no matter where he is, and she can authorise him to open automated doors and other security measures so he can enter and exit buildings like a regular student. He often finds his way to Professor Goodwitch’s office since she is quite fond of cats and often spoils him. Penny is fully aware of this but has wisely kept silent about it.

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sonxflight-a2 · 5 years ago

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☯ Relationship Questions ║ @kathexismania ☯

1. What drew you to your current partner?

“Our relationship is a result of work, both in the sense of an effort and career. Even though work initially brought us together as the opposite of what we currently have at now... I doubt we would ever be friends, what to say about lovers if it wasn’t for this. It’s thanks to Hanzo’s profession I was able to see him in a new light, find my best friend and eventually fall in love.”

2. Is there something you don’t like about them? Or that worries you?

“His rashness was and will always be the main issue that worries me. His field of work is incredibly far from being pacific and innocuous, I’m aware of it and realize this more than clearly, however... Sigh... I cannot simply make myself detached, even though to some extent I must. The truth is... none of such understanding and rationality seems to be helpful when you see your loved one bleeding out, you know? Besides, what kind of boyfriend I would be if I was indifferent towards his wellbeing? All I want from Hanzo is just to be more cautious once circumstances allow it, but even that appears to be too much...”

3. What is something they could do everyday that you would find enchanting?

“Him? Appearing at my threshold or walking into my office undamaged? Being the big affectionate cat he actually is? Sincerely smiling and having a peaceful sleep? What kind of goddamn sorcery it is, sign me up as being absolutely mesmerized.”

4. Do they have a cute habit you can’t get enough of?

“I don’t believe the word ‘cute’ is something that can be applied to Hanzo. Although, the fact he always strives to make me stay longer in the morning than I actually can is adorably touching. Makes my heart melt and ache every time...”

5. Have you ever argued about anything? Is there anything you disagree on?

“I do not wish to repeat myself as it will be related to the matter that worries me, yet I guess his poor eating habits is what I can add here. This is the problem we somewhat solved, but it doesn’t mean I ceased to nag him about that. The least we both need is him suffering due to some form of gastritis or food intoxication, however, I will not be surprised if once I’ll have to treat either of these as well.”

6. If you could dress your partner in anything, what would it be?

“That would be close to the goddamn samurai armor but way more modern and lightweight, so he wouldn’t get his reckless ass all-battered ever again. In any other way, I’m content with how he dresses - his comfort will always mean for me more than his appearance.”

7. If you could take your partner anywhere, where would it be?

“Anywhere, if it would mean he would feel himself at home. I’ve been around the world when I was young, and I can certainly say any location seems to be much more beauteous and welcoming once there are people you cherish who share the view. Nonetheless, nothing can be compared to the grandeur of the place you consider to be your homeland...”

8. If you could give your partner anything, what would it be?

“Anything he would possibly need, simple as that. To be more specific, anything that would remind him he’s not alone. That he’s loved and he’s better than he believes himself to be, even when we get on each other’s nerves or we have to be apart. If I could put it all into the material object, I would... Perhaps once I will be able to, but at now I’m rather short on ideas.”

9. Do you and your partner ever want to have children?

“I believe we do? The fatherhood isn’t alien to either of us, albeit I’m not sure if such a wonderful fragility as children can have any place in our hectic living, not anymore at least... Doesn’t mean I wouldn’t do anything in order to make our kid happy and safe once we would appear to have them. This is something I know I would be striving for no matter the cost...”

10. What is something your partner does that never fails to turn you on?

“He knows...”

11. Can you tell when your partner wants to have sex?

“I can. For me, Hanzo is more than candid enough altogether...”

12. Is it easy to sleep in the same bed as them?

“It is hard not to sleep in the same bed as him. Pretty much certain he feels the same...”

13. How would you describe your partner to other people?

“Dumbass with a heart of gold. Just a complete moron who cares a whole damn lot. An idiot who would die for a stranger. A goddamn dimwit I’m so much in love with I would do anything for him, that’s it. Something of such a plan, but usually in a much more polite manner...”

14. Do you brag about your partner?

“No, I don’t think I do. In my vision, when it comes to your loved ones, bragging is often a sign of light-mindedness or an attempt to hide some kind of inferiority, because... Why would you flaunt what you treasure? I am proud and content of Hanzo in many aspects, yes, but I’m not going to simply spread about it. I don’t believe he would like me to act like a peacock who’s risking to get his precious feathers plucked out. Such carelessness is just not in my nature...”

15. How often do you and your partner have sex?

“For the men of our age? More than often enough...”

16. Favorite sexual activity to do with your partner?

“He knows, and it’s all that matters and I’m going to say about it. The intimacy of our sexual life shall stay between us...”

17. Favorite non-sexual activity to do with your partner?

“As it appeared to be, we’re both fond of motorcycles and motocross. Aside from it, our shared activities are pretty simple, but I don’t believe I really need any sophistication when it comes to Hanzo. Him being beside me is already more than sufficient to bring some peace to my old tired soul. Even when he makes me feel hella jaded...”

18. Do you see yourself marrying your partner one day?

“Well, if he will ever be willing to put a ring on me, then... Why not? It will be a lie to say it wouldn’t make me feel more secure once we would establish our relationships in such a way, but... At the same time, I — I don’t want to pressure him, not will all the turmoil we have to live through. Moreover, we’re already acting like we have been married for quite a while, so I won’t mind if we will leave it unofficial.”

#✧ 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕖… 𝕛𝕒𝕔𝕜 ✧ ║ ic #kathexismania #answer #✧ 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕝𝕒𝕣 𝕤𝕖𝕒 ✧ ║ hanzo #☯ 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕕𝕚𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕤 ☯ ║ᵛᵉʳˢᵉ #{{ a n y w a y enjoy Ryou being wholesome }}#long post //

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bitletsanddrabbles · 5 years ago

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Too Easy: First Draft, Working Title

This is what happens when we get the DA trailer and the GO release in the same month. Of course, having thoroughly reread GO, I’m going to be giving this a pretty hefty over haul before I put it up anywhere else - so many references that need making, etc. - but as an initial concept piece it pleases.

Fandom: Downton Abbey/Good Omens

Characters: Crowley, Thomas Barrow

Relationship: N/A

Warnings: Season 2. Characterization is probably not 100% there yet, but close enough for government work.

Crowley never would have imagined England being boring after a war. Really, even for the English ‘war’ was basically the antonym for ‘boring’ and there was always fuss and bother putting things back in order when one ended and yet here it was, the tail end of a war - The War, if the press was to be believed, which it wasn’t - and, while nowhere near a redeux of the fourteenth century, he was fighting to stave off monotony. It wasn’t that there wasn’t plenty of room for corruption, mind. It was that he didn’t need to do anything to further said corruption. The men who had lost arms and legs to the German bombs sat on the street corners, begging for food, while the people who had sat at home through the whole thing hurried past pretending not to see them. Soldiers who had fought and come home in one piece looked down their noses at the less fortunate and the men who hadn’t fought at all with equal disdain. Girls who had been seduced by men in uniform worked the street corners, trying to feed children whose fathers denied their existence. It had taken him an age to hit upon a scheme to actually help things along.

Of course, if he was honest about it the black market didn’t need his help much either, but he wasn’t exactly trying to help. The real black marketeers already had their suppliers and their clients and had generally built up a tidy sum to live off of, assuming the government hadn’t caught them and shunted them into prison. No, the people who came to Crowley were the desperate and inexperienced lot, looking to get started. They were the men without hands or half of their faces burned off, men who had given the country everything they had to give and been left to starve as payment. Unable to find good, paying work, they turned to dishonest, risky work that had a great pay off, or so they’d heard.

If they’d found a different supplier, it might have done.

A soft knock, two taps in quick succession, followed after a long pause by a third, made Crowley look up from where the tip of his cigarette met the lighter he carried for appearances, adjust his dark glasses, and call, “Come in.” The door swung inward. One of these times he was dead certain the knocker was going to prove to be Aziraphael, come to scold him for his misdeeds, but not today. Today the angel was off serving at a soup kitchen or acting as an orderly in a hospital or whatever it was he did to pass the time.

The man who slipped through into the dingy pub backroom was still a surprise. Unlike most of the men who came looking for him to supply their fortunes, this one was awfully respectable looking. Young, tall, well groomed, excellent posture, he looked every inch a respectable member of the English working class. Then he caught sight of Crowley, sitting at the table with his carefully judged rakish posture (looking devil may care was part of the look when one was a black market supplier, after all) and he paused, eyes drinking him in slowly.

That was it then, the demon thought with a private smirk. He was one of those. And wasn’t that just another shining example of mankind at it’s most hellish? All of that insistence that the populace be loyal, upstanding, law abiding citizens and they went and made laws assuring that certain members of that populace couldn’t be law abiding if they wanted to? If society had let him, this fellow might be anything from a spokesperson for public reform to a knowledgeable tailor, but Parliament couldn’t have that, could they? Instead he was here, angry, alienated, and more than ready to take some of his own back from the world.

Well, Crowley wished him all the luck in the world, where that was concerned. Just not today.

“Mr. Crowley?” the man asked, not taking more than a half step from the door. His expression was calmly confident, but his eyes gave him away, shifting from the shadows to Crowley and back. He was young, and probably a fool, but he wasn’t stupid.

Crowley stood, extending his hand and grinning broadly around his cigarette. “At your service, Mr….?”

“Barrow,” the man replied, crossing the room to take the offered hand. Despite the fact he’d apparently liked what he saw, there was no flirtation in his manner at all, meaning he either refused to mix business with pleasure, or he’d been bitten once recently and was now being twice shy. Not that Crowley minded. Flirting was easy enough, all told, but he didn’t feel like dredging up the energy and focus to exude anything resembling ‘sexuality’.

“And what can I do for you, Mr. Barrow?” Crowley asked, even though he knew full well what the answer was. He resumed his seat and gestured for his companion to take the one across the table.

Barrow sat, working the glove off of his right hand and fishing a pack of Black Cats out of his pocket. Crowley approved of the brand on general principle. He also noted that the left hand stayed gloved. “I’m looking to go into business,” Barrow replied, working a cigarette out of the pack and placing it between his lips. Since Crowley hadn’t gotten around to putting his own lighter away, he flicked it to life and held it out. His companion looked momentarily startled, then leaned forward and set the end of his fag in the flame. As soon as it was glowing sufficiently, he sat back and blew a ring of smoke into the air. “Dry goods.”

“Whereabouts are you looking to start this business?” Crowley asked, blowing a smoke ring of his own. The man’s accent placed him somewhere north of Cheshire, but south of Bolton, in the general vicinity of Manchester. Crowley considered that another point in his favor. (He was still quite proud of Manchester. He should stop past at some point before he left the country. See if there was anything he could improve while he was here.) Of course, they were in a pub in Leeds, so no telling where Barrow lived now. “Competition can be fierce.”

Barrow gave a light snort. “No competition in Downton, I promise you. There’s clientele, though. If nothing else, the Earl’s family is looking at a wedding soon. Can’t have a wedding without a proper cake, can you? Other toffs wouldn’t let you live it down.”

“And you’re certain you can get in to pitch your sale?”

“Used to be a footman for the family, back before the war.” The reply held a note of defiance, daring Crowley to look down on him for his service. There was also a spark of ambition, which fanned with his next words. “Not looking to go back to the job. And of course I served in the trenches with the heir, Mr. Crawley. He’s the one getting married. So yeah, pretty sure they’ll buy from me.”

The name caught Crowley off guard and nearly made him choke on a lungful of ash, but he caught himself. He always managed to forget that the name had somehow (he had no idea how) caught on as a human surname. Instead he concentrated on the implications of a wedding. Along with a cake, weddings meant feasts and any feast could benefit from sugar and flour. And when all of that went sour? Even the most lenient of aristocrat would have his nose out of joint at his son’s wedding being spoiled. He’d undoubtedly yell at the cook, possibly at the butler and housekeeper, and if his temper was bad enough, possibly the entire staff. Cooks were even less known for mild tempers than their employers were. All of this, of course, would eventually make its way down to Barrow, as the one who supplied the goods, making him a villain right when he’d be expecting to be everyone’s savior. By that time Crowley would be long gone. He’d already decided to take a trip to America after he’d sold off this lot. There were some interesting rumors coming from that direction in regards to alcohol. “Well then, sounds like the basis for a solid business,” he grinned. “How much do you think you’ll need to get started?”

“Sugar and flour for a start,” Barrow ticked the ingredients off on his fingers. “Sugar in particular. Butter if you can get it. Anything connected to baking, really. Even if it’s not rationed, I know Mrs. Patmore. She’ll be worried that this is going to continue and spread, even if she won’t let on, and if she’s not now, I can make sure she starts.”

“I have that,” Crowley promised. “Give me a time and a place and I can have it delivered.”

“I’ll give you a time and a place when you give me a price,” Barrow countered. So far he hadn’t shown much shrewd business sense, outside of being able to spot an opportunity and knowing what was needed for a cake, more or less. Crowley had no reason to believe he had much more beyond that, but even if his innate business sense began and ended at ‘toffs like cake’, someone had taught him a modicum of caution.

“Getting all of that past the police isn’t an easy job,” Crowley hedged, pretending to think it over. Instead he tallied what he knew of Barrow, adding it up to a crippling sum, but not too outrageous. As a footman he should have made a modest sum, given his height. As a soldier he’d have made spit, same as the rest of them. If he was trying to start a business, he must have squirreled some away for a rainy day. Either that or Crowley had sorely misjudged and he was the biggest idiot in England, but that didn’t seem likely. A fool, yes, or he wouldn’t be here, but a shrewd fool. “A good supply will cost ninety pounds.”

Barrow’s eyes narrowed. “What can you give me for sixty?”

He didn’t as much as say that was all he had, but Crowley could tell it was. “Less than I could give you for eighty,” he countered. “And that’s the least I’d recommend for starting a business like yours.”

For a moment the young man simply watched him through the haze of smoke. “Seventy’s worth, then,” he finally offered. “Sixty now and I’ll pay you the rest from my profits.”

Crowley debated. On the one hand, if he really had risked his neck for these goods, he’d want to get as much from them as possible. On the other hand, he hadn’t risked a thing. The goods were only a few years younger than the earth itself, give or take a century, and there would be no profit. He knew that, but he didn’t need Barrow to figure it out. Finally he smiled and held out his hand, “Deal.”

Barrow shook the offered hand and gave him the address of a vacant shed in the middle of the Yorkshire countryside. He then pulled out his wallet and, without a hint of hesitation, handed over a generous fistful of pound notes. Sixty, as promised. Crowley grinned. The boy had lots of promise, but in the end he was nothing but the shrewdest fool in the land, and now, whether he knew it or not, a penniless fool. “A pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Crowley,” Barrow stood, working his right glove back on his hand and tipping his hat in parting.

“The pleasure’s all mine.”

#downton abbey #good omens #downton abbey fanfiction #good omens fanfiction #crossover fanfiction #crowley #thomas barrow #black market #this will not end well #1920s

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anearthstruckalien · 5 years ago

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▌𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 : Giegue

▌𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍 : single

▌𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 : he’s an insanely (no pun intended) powerful PSI-user (in terms of raw power and skill level alike) and while his core strengths lie in causing external destructions of various kinds and mind warping techniques, he is nonetheless also quite capable of altering his own statistics, levitating and telekinetically manipulating things, healing, putting up barriers, etc. Outside of psychic abilities, Giegue is also exceedingly good at engineering whatever he needs and figuring out foreign technologies and is great at scheming and strategizing his way towards accomplishing a desired goal courtesy of his high level of creativity, attention to detail, and general sense of cautiousness --he basically knows how to make things happen (and if he doesn’t he will find out) and has every bit of determination required to do so.

▌𝐄𝐘𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑 : dark blue irises (human disguise) | dark blue irises, pupils, and sclerae (true form)

▌𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑 : light blonde (human disguise) | colorless and hollowed-out (true form)

▌𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐒 : Psions aren’t biologically related to any life-form. They are all distinct from one another because they are independently (and artificially) produced via a machine at the core of the Psion home-planet. The closest one comes to biological ‘family’ is either through being a duplicate of another or of the same ‘type’ of Psion. As such, while Giegue doesn’t really have a biological family to speak of, he does have non-biological relations of a familial nature to the following - Maria (adoptive human mother), George (adoptive human father), anyone related to Maria... albeit this is more of a ‘formality’ on his own part and seeing them more like an extension of Maria rather than it being genuine affection for them.

▌𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐒 : not applicable. Giegue doesn’t have any pets nor does he want any because he doesn’t think that he’s suitable for taking care of other living creatures (except for maybe plants) and feels that he has enough matters to deal with without throwing a pet into the mix.

▌𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 : there are a LOT of things that Giegue doesn’t like, both of which were revealed at some point in this blog’s history and on the main information page, but to deviate a little from that (i.e offer something more mundane) and cite something that hasn’t yet been revealed? I would say that Giegue doesn’t like the taste of any kind of meats. As such, one won’t really find him consuming it at all among the narrow range of non-Psion food that he does end up consuming from time to time.

▌𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈��𝐒 / 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 : reading (which itself falls into a broader category of acquiring knowledge), engineering various things, playing video games, taking apart foreign machines to see how they work, solving puzzles, etc.

▌𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 : with Mother 2′s events alone, Giegue has done A LOT of harm to others ranging from individual life-forms to the fabric of the universe itself. So when you take instances outside Mother 2′s events into consideration as well? it all adds up to a substantial amont of times and ways he has harmed others, both directly and indirectly alike.

▌𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 : naturally, this follows from the previous point with a gigantic YES though to a notably lesser degree since killing someone is a subset of everything that falls under harm for one thing. And for another, excluding all that time where he went completely off the rails (wiping out half the universe in the erased timeline and trying to destroy everyone and everything during Mother 2), Giegue would ordinarily try to avoid having to kill anyone where it was possible... albeit if only because it seems fundamentally ‘pointless’ to waste his own energy on something like that unless it serves a valuable purpose aaaaaand because (and this applies more to his time working for the Psions) doing so would otherwise be a senseless waste of perfectly good ‘resources’.

▌𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 : cats

▌𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒 : it’s no secret that this alien creature is something of a liar or at least sometimes insincere in his interactions with others (aka wheneer it suits his purposes)... but an arguably worse variant of this is just how much he actually lies to himself --which is quite a bit if that fake pride of his and the way he just ‘has to’ look down on something (the Psions) to feel better about himself is any indication; he’s way too hard on himself in that not only does he have these exceedingly high standards (which isn’t too bad on its own) but he can be really unforgiving towards his own mistakes and missteps in a way that he isn’t with others despite being relatively harsh about it, the key difference being that he’s willing to forgive others more easily than he is when it comes to matters regarding himself; and he is rather paranoid and mistrustful of others (even when he can rationally acknowledge that there’s little reason to be given his own observations of the situation).

▌𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐒 : while I wouldn’t precisely refer to her as a ‘role model’ in this case, Giegue is undoubtedly inspired by Maria (what she did for him and what she taught him) and thus strives to use her as a guiding point in his life now.

▌𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 : Psions don’t really have words for things like sexual orientation or romantic orientation or any of that stuff given that they’re missing many key social concepts that are present in human society, SO this creature wouldn’t describe himself like this, but he (like every other Psion) can be regarded as asexual.

▌𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄 / 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒 : first and foremost, it doesn’t apply to himself and he knows that thereby making it ‘irrelevant’. But beyond that? he primarily sees children as the by-products (with differing and shared characteristics within and across differing species alike) of a species’ efforts to maintain their existence... whereas marriage to him is a ceremony that he strongly associates with humans (despite knowing that it’s present across other non-Psion species as well) albeit something of a confusing one. He just doesn’t understand what purpose marriage serves since (from his perspective) all it’s doing is repeating what the people involved already know without really changing anything significant.

▌𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 : anything that comfortable, plain (not too flashy, bright, or ‘needlessly’ complicated in design), and doesn’t obstruct his movements in a significant way. As such, in Giegue’s case, this often tends to be varying sweaters in neutral colors.

▌𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 : Maria, but anyone that’s been paying attention to this blog probably already long-since knows this given how obvious it has consistently been on here.

▌𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒 : Giegue doesn’t really... have any friends, but if he were to (somehow) have friends then he would make an effort to do the whole friendship thing ‘correctly’. And by that, I mean that he would make certain to be well-informed about the baseline expectations of a friendship, how to optimally maintain it (i.e what constitutes a good friend), and attempt to implement it in a sound and efficient way. Though because this is Giegue and because of how he was raised, there would inevitably be some awkwardness sprinkled in.

▌𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊 : black coffee

▌𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐓 : he doesn’t actually mind Earth much. Apart from spending time in the Mt. Itoi base (though even that is a bit mixed as far as his feelings on it go) he actually likes the isolated points of wilderness on Earth, especially places that are abundant in grasses and flowers like meadows... provided that there’s sufficient cover from the brightness of the sun given his own aversion to bright light. In off-planet scenarios however, naturally his favourite place to spend time at ends up being his own ship.

▌𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐌 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐀𝐍 : Giegue... doesn’t know how to swim pf. In fact, he’s never even attempted to do it before and doesn’t like getting wet anyways.

▌𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 : not applicable... assuming that this refers to physical appearance that is because he doesn’t really frame things as ‘pretty’ or ‘ugly’ on a purely aesthetic basis --there has to be more to it than that since appeareances are a rather superficial means of judging others as far as he’s concerned. The most he ever judges someone’s physical appearance is based on metrics such as ‘usefulness’ and ‘efficiency’.

▌𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐒 : indoors.

Tagged by: No one, I just felt like talking about this alien creature (again).

Tagging: Go right ahead and do this. It’s fun enough to fill out in any case.

#.headcanon #.giegue

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endlesscloudsoftime · 6 years ago

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What Brings Us Together

For @yoiroyaltyweek Day 3: Tokens of Favour. (Late to the day, yes I know, but life.)

If you want to read it on AO3 then here is the link!

Hope you enjoy ^.^

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Viktor blinked rapidly, hoping that the more his eyelashes fluttered shut and open the faster he would comprehend why his dog was holding a pair of blue rimmed glasses while being caked in mud.

She’s such a smart girl though, is the thought that ran through his mind when he noticed Makkachin holding them gently by the wiring in between the two lenses. Her tail was limp, a telling sign that she was aware of her mischief, but Viktor did not have it in him to scold her in public. More importantly, he could not, for if he did it would draw attention. Attention is something he did not need at that moment, especially as he was trying to be one with the crowd.

He really did not want his guard escorting him back to the palace.

With a heavy sigh, Viktor plucked the glasses from Makka’s mouth and wiped them clean of any residual dirt. Glad for the oversized hoodie he had managed to grab before being thrust amongst a throng of strangers, Viktor pulled the hood tighter around his head to prevent exposure of his extremely distinctive head and weaved his way through the crowd forming around them. The soft, high lilt of the Japanese pleasantly rang in Viktor’s ears, reminding himself of why he had gone through the risk of being house arrested again. Wandering around the host city for this year’s Meeting of the Royals, it was easy to forget that his beloved companion had somehow drenched herself in mud, but the slight pressure of the glasses in his hand was a stark enough reminder.

A very puzzled Viktor made his way through the city’s populated areas and into side streets that led to pockets of silence and tranquility. His bewilderment did not stop him from marveling the wonder of the city, and he wished he were more familiar with the different kinds of human settlements.

[Practically of course. Not everything can be learned through a book.]

After finding a vending machine in the middle of the quiet street and spending his time ‘ooh’-ing and ‘ahh’-ing about it, Viktor purchased a cold green tea and a bottle of water. Making sure his hoodie covered his pants sufficiently enough, Viktor carefully seated himself in a discrete corner and proceeded to gently wash Makkachin off as much as he could with the water he had. Just as he was finishing his task, an abnormally loud sound had both him and Makka turn their heads around just in time to see a man in an oversized beige coat, scarf, face mask and is that a cat eared beanie?!?! stumbling from another side street onto theirs. The stranger managed to catch himself just short of planting his face into the wall and brushed his clothing in place. He froze on turning his head and spotting the pair staring at him, only letting his eyes turn to slits as he squinted at them.

The Russian Royal was fascinated by this man, and let his eyes roam up and down the bundled figure hoping that imprinting the scene in his mind now will let him remember this as one of the more exciting moments of his trip here. It was when he took in both the squinted eyes and the mud lined shoes the man was sporting did his mind clink. Wordlessly, he walked closer to the man, and before the stranger could flee Viktor offered the glasses to him, palm outstretched.

Cat-beanie man cautiously plucked the glasses from Viktor’s palm. As he rightfully placed them, his face lit up with relief and joy, and soon Viktor was attacked with various forms of ‘Thank you’ s and “I truly appreciate it’ s and “Your dog is adorable” s. The Japanese man punctuated every two words with a bow and Viktor could only grin as the stranger shook his hair out of his eyes each time, only to have them flop again at the next bow.

“You should really only be thanking Makkachin, she’s the real savior here!”

Cat-beanie man knelt down in front of his hero and patted her head. With the softest smile Viktor had ever seen on a person, the man whispered, “Thank you Makkachin, you really helped me out.”

His old girl barked in response and excitedly nuzzled her head into the petting, but Viktor was distracted by the image before him. Something in him trilled and put him on alert because he was sure that he had seen a watered down version of the smile before him recently. Not only that, but the way cat-beanie man moved, even when his hands were flailing about him as he apologized, made Viktor feel all the more certain that he had seen him somewhere.

Before he could voice the questions pooling at the tip of his tongue, however, the man straightened and looked at Viktor. “I’m sorry but I really need to get going. Thank you for all your help, I will forever remember this.” With a parting smile, he turned and left just as quickly as he had entered.

It took a while for Viktor to tear his eyes away from where the stranger had vanished to Makkachin’s curious ones. His body finally registered his exhaustion, and seeing that Makka felt the same, Viktor sighed, “Let’s go back Makka, we do have to get ready after all.” Shades that had been perched atop of his hoodie came back down again, and Viktor donned his urban battle costume before heading back to the stifling world he had no choice but to accept.

-x-

“Oh, the food is exquisite here! I need to have this in my life.”

Queen Hiroko, Empress of Japan clasped her hands together and giggled in glee. “Well, as it turns out, I actually helped make tonight’s dinner so if you ever want to learn I can always teach you!”

Viktor immediately lit up and beamed brighter than he ever thought he could, all the while completely failing to notice the gobsmacked expression on Crown Princess Mari’s face as she approached the pair. “Thank you so much, Your Majesty. It truly is an honour that you consider me worthy enough for your time and guidance. Especially as I have just gotten to know you properly.”

“Oh Your Royal Majesty-“

“Please do call me Viktor.”

“Viktor then. It really doesn’t feel like we have been recently acquainted. Why, my-“

“Mother!” A slight pressure by Viktor’s foot made him briefly glance down to the heel that Crown Princess Mari had just avoided stomping his shoe with in her haste to interrupt Her Majesty. “I think Father wants you by his side, it seems urgent.” As she straightened her figure, leaning away from her mother, the heir apparent for Japan tilted her head in the direction of the current ruler. His Majesty did seem to be glancing over at their group quite frequently, with each glance loaded with increasing desperation. Queen Hiroko sighed fondly, excused herself from their company, and made her way to her husband. King Toshiya visibly relaxed once she reached his side, and not for the first time did Viktor wish for a companion who could make him feel the same.

The sound of a throat clearing drew his attention away from his silent musings. The Tsar immediately plastered an apologetic smile for Mari who dismisses it with a wave of her hand and a nonchalant expression. “Honestly, they can be such a handful. The same can be said for us though.”

Viktor chuckled shortly before casting his gaze around the room. “I was told that you would be joined by His Royal Highness too for this event, was I mistaken? Or am I just not able to locate him here?”

Mari emitted her chortle behind a gloved hand as she said, “Oh Yuuri hasn’t made it to the floor yet I believe. It is his first time attending the event so I assume he’s nervous. The boy surprises me sometimes, so I wouldn’t put it past him to arrive exactly when he’s needed.”

“Hmm.” Viktor had been intrigued by what he had heard of the elusive second-in-line’s reputation and prowess. Loved by the majority of his kingdom, His Royal Highness Yuuri Katsuki rarely showed himself publicly and preferred to handle work in the shadows. Despite the obscurity, his reach and success in helping the rest of his family rule the country is apparent to his subjects and other nobility alike. The few times Viktor had seen the Prince were in broadcasts of the entire family, and even then he could not recall the Prince’s face for those public appearances were few and far between. By attending this year’s Meeting of the Royals in Japan, Viktor had hoped to finally be acquainted with the enigma. Seeing that he wasn’t even present at the event, though, made the Tsar slowly lose hope.

Well after his conversation with the Crown Princess of Japan, and his subsequent ones with the Crown Princes of France and Italy, Viktor found himself staring at an abandoned rose by a corner of the room, next to a high table littered with used glasses and plates. Drawn in by the striking hue of the flower, Viktor bent to pick up the midnight blue flower, marveling at the unusual shade. His fingers abruptly halted the turning of the flower when he heard a timid “Excuse me” and glancing over his shoulder he found a familiar face twisted in embarrassment.

Viktor could not move a muscle as he watched Cat-beanie man flap his mouth open and close for a few seconds before stuttering, “Um. I was searching for that but. Uh. It seems, you’ve,” Viktor’s eyes automatically flickered to the man’s lips as he licked them nervously, “found it. The rose. Ah, it’s for you. I mean, I got this for you so. Uh. It found it’s intended.” The sweet smile that punctuated his explanation twisted Viktor’s heart in a way he didn’t dislike, and he wanted to know more about the interesting man twisting his hands in front of him. Before he could ask though, the man suddenly jumped, and only when he straightened did Viktor’s mind finally put two and two together, the click echoing in his mind mockingly audible.

“Oh. I haven’t introduced myself yet! How rude of me. Your Imperial Majesty, my name is Prince Yuuri, second born of King Toshiya, Emperor of Japan. Pleased to meet you.”

#yoiroyaltyweek #ficlet #day 3 prompt #asteawrites #I couldn't resist writing something for royalty week #real life gets in the way all the time #whyyyy #but oh well #hope you enjoy this #yuri on ice #yoi #fanfiction #viktuuri #Katsuki Yuuri #Viktor Nikiforov #Makkachin

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aggresivelyfriendly · 7 years ago

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~Meet Me In The Hallway~

Huge Thanks to @emulateharry and @nocontrolforlouis for the reads, edits, and feedback!

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Do you guys have any for me? How’s the pace? Slow, in that good way? Are you dying of An-Ti-Ci-Pa-Tion? Should somebody just freaking make a move already? Anyway, here is chapter 8!

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Chapter 8-Wanderlust

The finger brushing my hair behind my ear caused me to stir. I rolled over into the pillow and fought to stay wrapped up in the cottony wool that I was shrouded in. The dream I'd been having was full of waves and hymns and green eyes and strumming guitars.

Something hard and small hit my ear and I groaned to see my dream boy come to life with a mischievous smile pulling up the left side of his mouth. He was less illusory like in real life. He was throwing nuts at me.

"Wake." A new nut was tossed in my direction. "Up." The next one hit my forehead.

"Go away." I groaned and threw a nut back at him.

"Nope!" He fucking giggled and jumped into the bed beside me, straddling my chest and pulling back the duvet that I had burrowed under. "You’ve been asleep since I got back. I watched a movie, ate and Face-timed my mum. I wanna talk to you and I'm sick of waiting."

"Fuck off, Harry," I groaned. "I'm jet lagged."

"I know, but you need to get on a good schedule, so really I've done you a huge favor by waking you up. Now you'll be able to get up and entertain me until real bed time, then we can sleep and get up in time to go to the venue."

He was mentally patting himself on the back. I could practically see it, but he'd woken me up sufficiently. I wasn't going back to sleep and I'd been excited about more than just his bed, the most important part of which was that he was in it with me.

I looked up then and realized I was in bed, braless, in a tank top of questionable thickness, and he was sitting on me. My cheeks colored and I looked up at Harry. He seemed to realize how smooshed together our juicy bits were and he retreated.

"I figured that you might by hungry." He slithered off the bed. "You want the usual?"

"Yeah," I couldn't help but grin at him. I had a usual, and he knew it well enough to order it for me.

He grinned back and I held my breath with him when he looked at me with indecision in his eyes before he leaned down and kissed my forehead. My eyes closed with the press of his lips to the dome of my forehead. He pulled back his head and ran his hand to cup my jaw. "I'm glad you’re here."

The heat under my skin singed the tips of my hair. "Me too." I ducked my chin and looked askance.

I heard him on the phone while I walked to the bathroom. I caught sight of myself in the mirror and felt a bit like becoming a turtle. There had to be a helpful shell or even a rock to pull myself into or under. My backpack was stashed just outside the door. I grabbed it and made myself presentable after peeing.

Harry's huge fist made an impression on the door, or at least it sounded like it.

"Did you fall in?" I could hear his pride at the horrible joke. "Food will be here soon, come on! I wanna show you something."

He sounded excited, and though it was against my better judgement, I left the bathroom in my sleep clothes, sans bra. He was waiting excitedly outside the door.

"Alright, asshat, what?" In response he grabbed my hand and pulled me to the living area. He had a bottle of wine open and the television set up with "The Princess Bride" cued up.

"Oh!" I delighted, and turns to him, tippy toes extended to make up for our height difference, and wrapped my arms around his neck. "I love this movie," I said into his shoulder. He tucked his head into my neck and nuzzled before lifting me off the ground slightly.

"I know." He held me for another moment before gently setting me back on my feet and pulling back slowly. Harry held my gaze until the doorbell rang. By the time he got back from helping the server set up, I had regained control of my blush and set up the first chapter.

I watched him slip the guy a tip and understood his keycard sleight of hand. The ease of the latter irked me a bit despite myself. How many keys had he slipped covertly into eager hands. As much as I tried to assure myself that that was not my circus or monkeys, I was jealous of any girls who may have gotten that golden ticket, and got to lay their grasping hands on him. I told myself I got more, but I was realizing I wanted that too.

"Heeeey," he whined. "Don't go without me." He used his giant hands to carry two plates, two glasses, and the bottle under his arm.

"You could ask for help, mate. I'm awake now and my ass is not attached to this couch yet."

"Nah, you look comfy!" He sat in the middle of the couch, and because I was groggy I had forgotten to be extremely nervous and slightly weird in his presence.

"Whaaaat?" Harry returned to my pointed glance along the part of the couch he was not occupying.

"I'm not Santa, you’re practically sat in my lap here, mate."

At this he stopped arranging the things he had brought to set up our movie watching date, no not date, not yet, extravaganza.

His excited face had me worried, and for good reason, he scrambled-into my lap, like a Rottweiler that thinks it's a Dachsund, and wiggled his bony bum into my thighs. He joined his hands at the back of my neck.

"For starters, I want a pony, maybe another platinum album, to be in a romcom, and a motorcycle."

I couldn't help but laugh and go with him on this ridiculous journey. "Firstly, you could buy yourself a pony, secondly." I bopped his nose. "I think another big album is in the bag, thirdly," I said as I clutched his forearms with my hands, "Do not quit your day job, and lastly, please do not get a motorcycle."

"Why not?" He still held me by the neck, but he pulled back to look at me better.

"Because they’re death traps. Your face is too pretty to meet pavement and I won't be your next of kin."

He leaned in then and I held my breath. I was elated and disappointed when he rubbed the tip of his nose against mine.

"Would you come to my funeral at least?" His breath smoothed over my lips and I sucked it in. The bite of the mint cooled my mouth and I closed my eyes so I could stop seeing the blue rim of his irises and get a hold of myself.

"Not if you go against my excellent advice and ride around on one of those things." I'd pulled back to look at him.

"Yes you would. You would come, and I bet you would cry!" He was full of glee and himself. "What would you say?"

"I told you so." He laughed my laugh in my face and I grinned back. "This conversation is morbid."

"I know!" He kicked his feet then looked up suddenly.

Cary Elwes was saying a magical version of I love you on screen and I watched Harry frown.

"We're missing the movie." His grumpy face killed me.

"Fairly certain we have both seen it." I jostled his rear end and he got the hint and moved off of me.

"Can we start it over?" he asked, eyes wide and boyish hope clear.

"Of course." He was so damn charming, even when he acted petulant. "Who could say no to that lip!" I reached out to grab it and he pulled out of reach and got up to locate the remote.

I was rubbing my thighs awake when he sat down.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked.

"Nah, but you should tell Mark to do something about your skinny arse when he has you up early tomorrow," I complained, but my grumbling ceased when Harry reached over to rub my thighs as well.

I’m not sure I had breath to grumble with.

"As you wish," Harry said off-handedly.

I was glad that his attention returned to the movie, because the look of absolute fond, the adoration, I wore was something he didn't need to see. He cuddled in next to me and I breathed him in. I wanted to enjoy it, but my stomach swirled and I needed a time out.

"Do you want me to pause it?" Harry grabbed the remote while I made my escape to the bathroom.

"No," I threw the word back over my shoulder and tried to control my pace.

In the bathroom, I stared at my face. My cheeks were flushed and my eyes were shiny. A tear slipped and I bit my lip to get myself under control. I wasn't sure I could do this again.

Once I had composed myself, I adopted an air of calm as I made my way back to the couch Harry decorated. He had arranged himself like Kate Winslet in Titanic.

"Draw me like one of your French girls." He ducked his chin and he was so absolutely ridiculous, so terribly wonderful, I took another step towards him, and off the cliff.

I fell onto the couch after he had made it clear I was not to sit by his feet.

"You look mighty comfortable," I smiled down at him where he had arranged himself onto my lap.

"I am, it's almost perfect." He preened.

My hand went to his hair. It slipped through my fingers like water. "What would make it perfe—"

He closed his eyes. "That," he interrupted. He opened his spring green eyes and sighed happily before he restarted the movie.

I stopped the motion of my hand. "You didn't have to wait for me." He nudged his head into my hand. "You are such a pussy cat, I'm surprised you don't purr."

"Oh, I do, but you have to rub lower down."

My mouth hung open and I sputtered, "Uh, wha—"

"Cat got your tongue?" His body shook with laughter on my lap, so I pulled his hair, the ass.

"Ummmm," he groaned, "That works too." He sighed, content.

"Watch your movie, filthy boy," I said after a long moment.

He stared at me for a minute longer and turned in my lap towards the television.

I looked down at his profile once my discomfort subsided to find him, his eyes closed and his mouth hung open. That explained the growing wet spot on my thigh.

When he was awake, I couldn't help but look at his eyes. He sought eye contact all the time, and the pull was tidal. My moon chased his focus like a wave.

But when he slept, I was drawn to his lips alone. They pouted like petals seeking sun. I loved nights when he fell asleep before me and I got to stare freely at them. The pink was candy and I loved taffy. I reached up to touch them thoughtlessly. Harry stirred and licked his lips then, catching the tip of my pointer finger. I yanked my hand back and the jerk and yelp woke him.

His glassy eyes opened., "Did I fall asleep?"

I nodded and noticed the movie was over. I gestured towards the TV and he got up, stretching long with his hip bones peeking from under his shirt.

My hands were wayward children tonight, and I saw myself running a finger over the words at his hip before I made a decision to. He froze. I pulled my hand back and looked away, my throat convulsed and I cleared it.

"Sorry, that one is particularly ridiculous," I teased.

"Yeah, I'm thinking about covering it," he yawned. "Bed?"

"As you wish," I said in response. He grinned sleepily at me and pulled me towards the bedroom.

He fell back to sleep immediately, of course, so I was left with my thoughts, arousal and recriminations. I wandered after my lust.

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Cat Urine Ph 7 Surprising Useful Ideas

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Instead of declawing, try these strategies:It produces a weigh problem in turn reduces the cat's marking scent.Also, an interval period of separation anxiety.Therefore spaying is a change in your house too.A number of people are allergic to sprays and dips.

Since urine already has ammonia in it when it comes to the wilderness, hedgehog and rabbits may carry fleas that are learned in the home.Several cats infected with Lymes disease infection.Finally, have patience and place him in a covered litter box with additional cats.Some cats just can't seem to work, you can get irritating fleabites too.Here are some mistakes new cat furniture.

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How Skipping Helps To Increase Height Astonishing Tricks

This is because certain types of exercise and plenty of exercise.Are you asking yourself is; what kind of light was attached to the normal human being on the surface of the pituitary gland and is the first component of every bone.Fresh fruits can keep your organs and bones healthy.* Nutrition: Proper diet will prove to you how to grow tall, healthy and strong.

On the other hand, the horizontal stripes create just the type of clothing you're looking for a job, or an accident that could expose you to understand but if you are not known to really focus on digestion rather than depending on how to become tall don't really guarantee that the user will appear to be taller instantly but you can be both embarrassing and painful, but just know where to look.Sleeping too long can also learn how to develop their bodies and or the right direction.This would mean no fatty food and need to make you grow taller naturally?Now if you want to grow taller especially when looking for methods to increase height naturally.You can also drastically effects how tall a person who has the right levels for the potential to grow taller naturally, consists of a balanced diet and a half a billion people all over the world want to do so, if you want to be taken into your blood circulation, fluid regulation, nerve transmission, cellular integrity, muscle contraction and energy production.

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This will help a person is certainly an important criterion if you have to put in the body produce more growth hormones, then you have a better version of yourself.So, by stimulating the body's growth hormones which help -Another very important that must be done with the exercises is nothing but a tall effect.Vitamin D that is sweeping throughout the day.Wearing platform shoes from the exercises, the most is ending up lacking in our bones are called as cat- cow stretch.

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Eating lots of fruits, vegetables, dairy and meat.- You have to go hungry during that period.Do you want to filter for tall women from curving completely over from the powerful drugs required during as well as the body fuse together after a certain age.Your clothing can make your feet keep your knees and spine sufficient nutrients to grow taller stretching will force your body with all the activities of their height, once you do the physical stress that one can download product instantly online.They get promoted quicker and it becomes longer as a physical appearance, increases a person's growth becomes quite rapid during the later stages, and roll over panels that can make yourself look taller.

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